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Tine Bealtaine

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1 Tine Bealtaine
60 lectures
2 Alive!
40 lectures
3 The Raven
54 lectures
4 Wytches' Brew
47 lectures

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# Posté le lundi 06 juillet 2009 10:27

Modifié le lundi 06 juillet 2009 13:10

MP3 : Alive! / Wytches' Brew (2007)

Alive! / Wytches' Brew (2007)

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  • Titre : Wytches' Brew
  • Album : History
  • Année : 2007

Paroles :

-Thrice the brinded cat has mewed!
-Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined!
-Harpy cries: " 'tis time! 'tis time!"

Round about the cauldron go,
in the poisoned entrails throw
Skin of toad and spike of bone,
sharpened on an eagle stone
Serpent's egg and dancing dead,
effigy of beaten lead
Double double trouble you,
bubble in a witches' brew

Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog
Lizard leg and fairy wing,
round about the cauldron sing
Double double trouble you,
bubble in a witches' brew

Root of mandrake dug at night,
when the moon is full and bright
Slip of yew and twig of fern,
make the fire dance and burn
For our will it will be done,
when the hurlyburly's done
Double double trouble you,
bubble in a witches' brew

Double double toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Double double trouble you
Bubble in a witches' brew

Double double toil and trouble
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble
Double double trouble you
Bubble in a witches' brew
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# Posté le mardi 26 mai 2009 11:36

Modifié le dimanche 19 juillet 2009 05:18

MP3 : PaganFolk at the Fairy Ball / Alive! (2008)

PaganFolk at the Fairy Ball / Alive! (2008)

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  • Titre : Alive!
  • Album : PaganFolk at the Fairy Ball
  • Année : 2008

Paroles :

Hot like the sun
Wet like the rain
Green like the leaves
Life is a game

Stars in my head
Shine Moon shine
Everything's cool
And I feel fine!

Can you touch
the root that feeds us?
Can you hear
the words that I say?
Can you feel
the music move you?
Can you feel alive today?

Vana Dea
dzjo Vana Dea
la Vana doh
aribedibodah
Vana Dea
dzjo Vana Dea
la Vana doh
aribedah

(Goddess Vana
Sweet vernal goddess)

Vana Dea
dzjo Vana Dea
la Vana doh
aribedibodah
Vana Dea
dzjo Vana Dea
la Vana doh
aribedah

Falledal do, falledal dea
falledal do, falledal da
falledal do, falledal dea

Ya Vana Dea ribeda

(Dance for Vana,
Hail goddes of spring)

Can you touch
the root that feeds us?
Can you hear
the words that I say?
Can you feel
the music move you?
Can you feel alive today?

Vana Dea
dzjo Vana Dea
la Vana doh
aribedibodah
Vana Dea
dzjo Vana Dea
la Vana doh
aribedah

Vana Dea
dzjo Vana Dea
la Vana doh
aribedibodah
Vana Dea
dzjo Vana Dea
la Vana doh
aribedah

Falledal do, falledal dea
falledal do, falledal da
falledal do, falledal dea

Ya Vana Dea ribeda

Can you touch
the root that feeds us?
Can you hear
the words that I say?
Can you feel
the music move you?
Can you feel alive today?

Strong like the grass, tall like a tree
Free like the wind, eternally
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain
Just running wild, again and again and again...

Can you touch
the root that feeds us?
Can you hear
the words that I say?
Can you feel
the music move you?
Can you feel alive today?

Falledal do, falledal dea
falledal do, falledal da
falledal do, falledal dea

Ya Vana Dea ribeda

Bumblebees and blossom, only trees and me
Humble bees and blossom, only trees and me...
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# Posté le dimanche 21 juin 2009 18:44

Modifié le dimanche 19 juillet 2009 05:18

MP3 : History / Tine Bealtaine (2007)

History / Tine Bealtaine (2007)

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  • Titre : Tine Bealtaine
  • Album : History
  • Année : 2007

Paroles :

Un, deux, trois, quatre

Tine Bealtaine!
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# Posté le mardi 26 mai 2009 12:07

Modifié le dimanche 19 juillet 2009 05:19

MP3 : PaganFolk at the Fairy Ball / The Raven (2008)

PaganFolk at the Fairy Ball / The Raven (2008)

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  • Titre : The Raven
  • Album : PaganFolk at the Fairy Ball
  • Année : 2008

Paroles :

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, tapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here forevermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
Presently, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
Merely this, and nothing more,'

Out into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open wide I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of arice just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Soon that ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering on the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on this Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Now the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have gone before -
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed by an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
Once more, on the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert isle enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven streched above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest of the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Now the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of arice just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Will be lifted - nevermore!
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# Posté le dimanche 21 juin 2009 18:59

Modifié le dimanche 19 juillet 2009 05:19